Life Vanishes In A Storm, Never To Return

Writer's memories often bring a homesickness.

Smoke ringlets puff from the chimney
hickory fumes beget a wistful mood
an eroded tractor sets in a field near-by
weeds cover wheels, ivy climbs.
Scenes bestow a homesickness
awes time bolted and went missing.

Siblings scattered in different states
new tenants live in the house once ours.
Mom and Dad no longer on earth
left without a goodbye to anyone.
I visualized Mom in the garden hoeing
Dad riding up the drive-way on his tractor.

A lump sticks hard in my throat
cannot believe it’s now only a dream.
Life took up with a storm and washed
away to another land, another year…
didn’t realize what was emerging?
We’re left to suffer scars of a past.

There’s no way to capture the real life
bygone of another day, ghosts marvel
images conjured in one’s mind acts up. 
A soul waits in the wings hurt and sad
glares for a glimmer of hope and light
to find all that’s missing in their mind.

Smoke ringlets puff from the chimney
emits a new family occupation;
an altered replacement for those devoted.
No chance to catch-up with olden days
must clear the heart and soul…
not live in the past but face a future.
 


Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem �" Copyright 2014 �" Use by Permission Only.  
 

Author's Note

Have you ever experienced a homesickness?

Reviews

[bela]

Hi I like the last stanza. beautiful poem.

[Barbara Kasey Smith]

Thanks - I do appreciate your comments!